Page 21 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

He just wants more for me.

And God, I want more for him.

But for now, this is what we have.

And we make the best of it.

Chapter Four-Kian

Sundays are usually good.

Usually, it’s my one day off.

My reset.

My calm day.

But after last night?

I’m so fucking revved I can’t sit still.

My blood is running hot. My Bull is on a slow burn, pacing inside me like a storm waiting to break.

And all because other Shifters were sniffing around Arliss.

Around my girl.

The scent of them still clings to the memory of that back door—the piss-stale stench of territory-marking bastards who had no idea who they were messing with.

Fucking cats.

Felines, always so smug with their slinky moves and twitchy little tails, like they're not just one step away from coughing up a hairball.

Marking their territory like this was their goddamn litter box.

Fuck. Them.

After the place cleared out, I waited. I watched Arliss walk out under the glow of the parking lot lights, those blonde curls bouncing with every step, her keys clutched in her hand like she was ready for anything.

But she didn’t know I was there.

Watching. Guarding.

She never knows.

Once she was home, safe behind her door, I circled back to the bar and poured ammonia all over their piss-stains like a one-man vengeance parade.

My Bull huffed, a low grunt of satisfaction.

Not enough, but better.

And right now? That had to count for something.

The morning air was crisp, biting through my jacket, but it wasn’t the cold I felt. Not really.

It was the shift.

The change.

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